Rising with the Seas
By Short Story Issue 105
Noah and his family pretend not to see the children on the boat. Children, teenagers, some tiny, some large and hairy, a wild pack who slide through the debris tunnels or hide in the great room eleven cubits down. Who did they throw overboard to make room?
Read MoreDown from Sinjar
By Short Story Issue 103
We watched from behind ballistic glass and mounted guns and steel doors with hinged openings large enough for a rifle barrel or for a bunch of contorted fingers to press through and wiggle return greetings, muted waves, as we rolled on and up the mountain. We engaged with no enemy combatants.
Read MoreVulnerable Targets
By Short Story Issue 102
While in years past, evacuation drills at the Kaiserman Jewish Community Center took place only every few months, now they occurred every other week.
Read MoreMillat’s Orchids
By Short Story Issue 102
When things went wrong—and they did, some things went terrifyingly wrong—he turned to prayer. He opened his hands to an unknowable God and prayed as best he could.
Read MoreAid to Families with Dependent Children
By Short Story Issue 101
Mama kept informing us that the Lord would provide if we only had faith the size of a mustard seed, but Timothy and I pretended not to hear.
Read MoreThe Death of Danilo Ilić
By Short Story Issue 101
What is heaven but the immortal fulfillment of a mortal longing? What is it but the most sublime synthesis of memory and dream?
Read MoreThe Master of Salt
By Short Story Issue 100
It was another year or two before Brother Thibault whispered to Gérard the secret of his salt. He had, apparently, received unearthly assistance.
Read MoreBurn
By Short Story Issue 100
Doesn’t a fire, good and hot, burn back into a wound until there’s nothing left for it to do but heal?
Read MoreThe Ecstasy of Saint Carolyn Theodore Burtanski
By Short Story Issue 99
CAROLYN THEODORE BURTANSKI stood in nothing but her socks and underpants and stared at the white smoke spilling its way up the wall of her storage closet. The smoke came out in burps and trickles, liquid-like, rising along a thick gray wire toward an electrical box. At first sight, awe rose in her heart, which…
Read MoreAttachments
By Short Story Issue 99
SOPHIE WAS GETTING MARRIED with flowers in her hair. She had planned for this, and here it was: Carnations. Perfect. Yael was the maid of honor, the best friend. Sophie’s father called Yael “my daughter” so many times the photographer got confused, and everyone laughed. Not the daughter! Not the sister! No. But just beautiful,…
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